I’m the Clean Up Woman.

I confess, I have had a hedonistic month. Though hardly going off to war, I’m taking a step into the unknown and have chosen to celebrate life and the close of 2007, with a bang. I have (in true form) dined, danced, partied and playfully taken the month by storm. Locked and loaded, wild, flirtacious, fully-awake, shaken and stirred.
Today, the clean-up crew comes in with the big drip holiday cocktail. I am armed for chemo with good friends, well-wishes and the confidence this “insurance” will benefit me. For my well-being, I have packed reading to inspire me and music that makes me feel alive. Marvin, Missy, James, Otis, Chaka, Wilson, Alisha, Nelly, Prince, Tom, Bob and Toots (will all be there).
My toast today, like this special cocktail, holds a bit more meaning: To my unconventional family and amazing array of friends; to my unbroken spirit and strong body (that just keeps saying, "GO, GO, GO"); to music that rocks me every day; to places I’ve yet to travel; to permission to be fearless; to my endless creativity; to breaking rules and never holding back; to starting over; to the men I’ve loved and those I’ve yet to meet; to cleaning up and clearing out the past; and to my health.
Happy New Year!